My Memory about the Loyola Sixty Angels is failing me (and I’m losing my mind).
Today is December 10. I remembered yesterday that today was December 10, but when I woke up late this morning, I was running late to my first class (as usual) so I ran out of my room and to class. (I showered and made my bed lol). So I forgot that it was December 10 today. During my second class today my friend Amber asked if I was sad because Aderike (a fellow Loyola girl) was. I wasn’t. I believed that after ten years, I wouldn’t be sad. And I wasn’t. Then this afternoon after work at 5pm, I went on Facebook. I saw several tributes to the 60 Angels, and my heart was broken. Does time really heal the wounds of grief, or do we learn to deal with the pain differently? That’s a question for another day. Anyway, that wasn’t what hurt me the most. I am most pained because I am losing some of my memories of the sixty angels, and it’s freaking me out. I remember that there was this SS1 …